I move closer, closer.
if I give myself up to you, what will be left?
how can I be me
if I give a part of my soul to you?
these thoughts move
through my mind as I move closer, closer.
so instead of giving
I pull away, leaving you hanging there.
I want to express myself
but I am afraid of what will happen to my Soul.
my Soul – my protection
my Soul – my mind, my protective womb, my Citidel.
that Castle that used to be
the one place I could go to be alone
is now the one place
I cannot break myself out of. a Prison.
I sit and stare at the
bleak walls of my Fortress and wonder, ‘how long?’
how long until I can
break free of the chains that bind me in my Castle?
so I bide my time until
there is a Break in the wall. a Crack. a Rift.
So that the sun can break through
and I will be free to live again.